My relationship with Grand Theft Auto is virtually nil. I have never played any version of the popular video game—this is not a badge of honor I am pinning to my chest; the video game bug, like the comic book bug was one that never bit me. My closest relationship to it is the essay “Grand Theft” by Tom Bissell in which he discusses a three-year addiction to video games and cocaine (the video game of prominence was the Grand Theft Auto series). Just because I have no interest in playing video games like GTA, doesn’t mean I’m not interested in what can be done with them—or how they can be examined and analyzed through the lens of storytelling, socioeconomics, feminism…or any other critical lens. So, when a film like Grand Theft Hamlet shows up, I’m willing, despite my lack of familiarity, to see where it takes me.